#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
I don’t know how it happens to people. I had child support, need for something to drink, rent, shoes, shirts, socks, all that stuff. Like everyone else I needed an old car, something to...
I still get letters in the mail, m… men in tiny rooms with factory job… living with whores or no woman at… booze and madness. Most of their letters are on lined…
she wrote me a letter from a small room near the Seine. she said she was going to dancing class, she got up, she said at 5 o’clock in the morning
the Egyptians loved the cat were often entombed with it instead of with the women and never with the dog but now
as the orchid dies and the grass goes insane, let’s have one for the los… met an old man and a tired whore
ask the sidewalk painters of Paris ask the sunlight on a sleeping dog ask the 3 pigs ask the paperboy ask the music of Donizetti
After English class one day Mrs. Curtis asked me to stay. She had great legs and a lisp and there was something about the legs and the lisp together that heated me up. She was about 32,...
3 small boys run toward me blowing whistles and they scream you’re under arrest! you’re drunk!
had her for 3 units and at mid-term she’d read off how many assignment… stories had been turned in:
While working Dorsey station I heard some of the old timers needling Big Daddy Greystone about how he’d had to buy a tape recorder in order to learn his schemes. Big Daddy had read the ...
a woman told a man when he got off a plane that I was dead. a magazine printed the fact that I was dead
first of all, I had a hard time, a… locating the parking lot for the b… wasn’t off the main boulevard wher… the cars all driven by merciless k… were doing 55 mph in a 25 mph zone…
at high noon at a small college near the beach sober the sweat running down my arms a spot of sweat on the table
“your poems about the girls will s… 50 years from now when the girls a… my editor phones me. dear editor: the girls appear to be gone
shot in the eye shot in the brain shot in the ass shot like a flower in the dance amazing how death wins hands down